Sacred Mother Tongue - The End lyrics

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<b>The End</b> by <i>Sacred Mother Tongue</i><br />One, two, three, four come on

Life feels like it's folding on you

like the note you put in your pocket

it's like your nuts in the palm of your girlfriends hand

and you knowing that she's going to crush it

you always said you'd be dead forty years to the day. sowing seeds in your mind

well I cannot sit back, suicide.

no you won't go down this time

In time you'll recognise my gift

to you and you'll see, it can't be beat

Slow suffocating the wall closing in,

though I feel your frustration I won't let you down this time.

not this time

Not your mind's in a spinlike the wind hurricane

suffocating the breath in your lung

beer and narcotics add fuel to the flame

burning inferno tells you your done

in the dark taking your last breath

a rope round your neck holds the fear

the supprestion of the years in a pretend existance

In time you'll recognise my gift

to you and you'll see, it can't be beat

Slow suffocating the wall closing in,

though I feel your frustration I won't let you down this time.

not this time

(x2)